500

Cacophony

Screeching and Despair

Feet hitting pavement

“Run to the left…. take this right

Dive under here and hide

Count to 500, and if I don't return run”

1,2,3…

What just happened?

Tires squealing as they come to a sudden stop

There's an aggressive discussion

54,55,56...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A heavy splatter as something or someone fell to the ground

He's still out there

177,178,179...

Silence… there is nothing

There are no cars in the road

Can you come back please?

290,291,292...

Is he okay?

Breathing becomes harder

What if he can't find me?

333, 334,335...

Soft rain falls

Temperature drops

Feverish feels

496,497,498,499

I know what awaits my sight and I don't want to come out

I don't want to find him

I don't want to count to

500.

 

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